IKARIA, SYROS, ATHENS
IKARIA
From Chios, we board the Nissos Rhodos to Ikaria. Smart, with two flights of escalators. Off. The boat trembles outside a minor port off Samos, then we go like a straining animal past sea walls to the dark flecked sea beyond. (I remember Samian ware, figured, dug out of the mud of the Medway all those years ago. It came from here …). We arrive at the tiny port of Evadilos in Ikaria. Icarus fell into the sea at Ikaria.
Ikaria is a blue zone, one of the five places in the world where people live to ninety and beyond. (Estate agents make use of this fact!). ...

Lesbos and Chios October 2017
The islands – blue and white. Blue, the sea, the sky, the domes (one shown here in Ikaria) and doors, the window frames, the squares of sky dotting the mountainsides, hives alive with bees like squares of blue on the mountainsides. The white of the houses, the sea horses, the wide circle of silver on the sea, the Greek flag. Cobalt, indigo, navy, aquamarine. And the myths. The head of Orpheus torn by the Maenads – could they not hear his music? Was it too modern – floated across the sea to Lesbos, and was found on a sandy shore with his lyre, still...